So if you thought they were going to go straight to fighting the Telethia then let me tell you how it will work. They have to learn how to work together and how to work to solve every situation effectively. So they will not be going straight for the Telethia. That is not to say they won't be picking up info on it, they just won't be trying to buckle down after it.
Why am I repeating so much? Because some people won't listen the first time. Such is life. Anywho, thanks go out to The Rose Duelist for being an epic supporter and listening to some of my ideas for this story. Check out her stuff if you are feeling generous. If you're not, then check it out regardless. For me?
Someone was curious what the name the Telethia would be. Well, it's modeled after the Tyrant Telethia you meet in the game at the Divine Roost, the farthest north part of Noctilum where it almost looks like things have been infected. The name of the Telethia is literally, Telethia: The Endbringer. So that's what they're calling it. Telethia. Also, ya... Medic is kinda useless. I can't even lie. His body language, his speech, everything he does is scared and confused. Whatever. It's still their mission to kill the Telethia: The Endbringer!
Cain: What's that?
LucarioKid: What the Hell are you doing here!?
Cain: I saw a door, so I walked through and ended up here.
Owain: I'm sorry, Travis, I tried to stop him! But when I attempted, he merely responded with, and pardon my French: Fuck the Police! He then proceeded to tilt every painting he saw on the way here.
Cain: Mwahahahaha!
LucarioKid: Walking through that hallway is going to give me such a head ache. Get out you Vampiric asshole!
Cain: Ninja smoke act!
Owain: I'll go stop him from setting the kitchen on fire... Again
LucarioKid: Get the pepper spray.
Owain: On it.
LucarioKid: Well... That was Cain. He's... I don't know. He's supposed to be a Vampire, but Satan would be more accurate. Anyways, let's start, before he comes back. I just hope Owain can hold him.
BOOM!
LucarioKid: Nope. You guys read, I have to deal with some bat infestations. Where's my tome? There it is. Cain you better pick a God and pray you Fuck-Mothering Vampire!
Cain: Fus Ro Dah!
Desmond stood looking over the plains of Primordia. It was great to finally be back and in the field. Sure he didn't have a Skell, but Lin was making him one that she said would be far superior to the others. In fact, she was in charge of designing new Skells for his whole team. Apparently Vandham thought it'd be good to arm the team tasked with hunting the newly named Telethia with the best equipment possible. Desmond couldn't agree more. It was weird though, his new uniform and look.
Unlike the normal BLADE armor and weapons he had been given things more suited to his cybernetic body. But he couldn't argue against the new things his great sword could do. And the gun was certainly nicer than his old one. His armor was less armor, and more a black jacket with a similarly colored cloak over the top that had a hood attached to it. His pants were grey combat pants with multiple belts and pockets for storing ammo and anything else he would need in the field. He wore black gloves to hide his cybernetic arms.
He found it weird how his new limbs looked, and was trying to hide them until he was more used to them himself. His boots were grey with black rubber on the bottom that had a design that was supposed to help with keeping a good footing. Thought Desmond personally believed people were either naturally clumsy or had good footwork. He came to the conclusion long ago that he was right in the middle.
On his back with the handle by his right shoulder was his great sword. The light grey metal curved sharply and smoothly along the sheath. Thought the sheath was rigid and very robotic in design. The weird part was that the sheath also looked like a sword. While his regular sword was huge, the sheath was enormous.
On his left shoulder sat his black fully automatic rifle, but was strange in how it worked. When drawn the sides would open, almost like a crossbow. When he pulled back the action on the right side and held it the trigger would change what it would do. Once he did that, when he held the trigger the sides would fold in and the power in the gun would focus through some special type of new machine and laser development from the outfitters so when he released the trigger it would fire a large beam of energy at his enemies. On his waist resting calmly he had a semi-automatic pistol. Not very much, but better than nothing if her somehow lost his weapons.
He watched over his team in the distance, making sure everything was going to plan. They were to set a trap for a large Tyrant in the area that had been causing problems for others BLADE's in the area. It was a very large Simius that had been getting a little to close to the city for Vandham's liking. So he sent them to take care of it as their first team mission.
He could see how his team was doing by their body language. Luna was perfectly fine, her head always slightly bent so she could hear everything around her. Her clothing was a red leather jacket that hung very close to her womanly figure, light shimmering on it every now and then. Her hair still in it's iconic pony-tail, resting behind her, but swishing every now and then as she turned her head. Her pants were almost a white grey pants that like her jacket hung close to her body.
Her melee weapon was a beam sword that had a red beam that curved slightly. Her ranged weapon was a sniper rifle with armor piercing round, perfect for damaging powerful enemies like they would be facing. Sleek black with red highlights along it that pulsed every now and then. Like his gun, hers could shoot beams of energy, but took much longer to charge up. Her boots were black combat boots like what most every BLADE except for a few would wear. She didn't wear gloves, but she had a ring with a red gem stone on her right hand on her ring finger. She wouldn't talked about it, even when Jason asked. Being reminded of the PathFinder caused Desmond to change his focus to the left of her.
Jason was about the same as Luna with scanning the environment, but was mostly using his eyes, giving cautionary glances around him, though they were mostly directed to the sky. He noticed Jason was very close to the ground at all times, seeming to disappear into nature. It certainly helped he had a camouflaged coat on him. The coat was almost a trench coat, bullet bandoliers around it and a leather strap on the right shoulder. The leather was black and smooth, a strange contrast to the green, bush like coat. He was lucky he had dark hair or hiding as effectively as he did would have been much harder. His black hair short and spiked, seeming to match perfectly with dirt or mud. Sometimes they would even find sticks in it. Certainly normal compared to the time they found a large beetle in his hair.
His pants were dark brown combats pants with multiple straps along them that held only what Desmond guessed was provisions and ammo. But he had learned that with Jason, nothing was set and stone. The man was like water, always moving and changing, keeping people on guard. To say he was an interesting man would be an understatement. He was very unique. His weapons were a large mini-gun and a Riot Shield. Though his shield was modified to be able to change from defensive mode to offensive mode. The corners of the shield would fold in on themselves and it would form a sword, though it was wrapped to his arm and not held in his hand.
When Jason had told him he was the weapons specialist he wasn't lying. He was able to shot any type of gun, perfectly accurate, quickly and reload even faster. Desmond had been deeply impressed when Jason was in the Range with a pistol he had never used before. He had fired, getting a perfect head shot right in the middle. Then he fired several more bullets in quick succession, all of them stacking up perfectly where the first shot had struck. Desmond had never seen someone do something like that, and made him realize just how useful both Jason and Luna were. There was a gasp of surprise, causing everyone to go for their weapons. Desmond looked over to see Mitch eyeing an Ovis like it was going to charge and kill him. Jason merely snickered while Luna shook her head and went back to her task. Desmond couldn't stop the frown on his face. Then there was Mitch.
He knew the medic was going to be a weak link just by how he talked. But now he was shocked Vandham had even thought this man would be a good choice for their team. He was terrified of everything, making seem as if he had never left the safe confines of the city on his life. He was certainly a skilled medic. The best Desmond had ever seen, which only made more sense when he found out Mitch was one of the lead doctors responsible for saving his life. If had given him a silent respect for the medic.
His weapons were not very impressive to say the least. He had large ones but he preferred the other ones since they were smaller and much easier to use. He had a long sword and an auto rifle, but he preferred his pistol and large dagger. Mitch's brown hair was slightly long, the bangs hanging down in front of his face. He had hair that could best be described as bed head. Which was fitting seeing as the medic hated waking up in the morning. But he would comply with every order and as long as it wasn't combat related her would complete it with flying colors. He was efficient, tactile and had a good head on his shoulders. He preferred avoiding combat, instead finding a middle ground or going around something dangerous.
He wore a large grey jacket with light green sleeves, the medic symbol for the BLADE's on his back. He had a satchel that reminded Desmond of that movie with the adventurer with the whip, though he couldn't place the name of him for some reason. In the satchel was every medicine known to man with alcohol for cleaning wounds, stitches, gauze, and multiple needles. He prized that satchel closely, once telling Desmond it had been a gift from his mother when he left for medical school after High School. He had never parted with it. He reluctantly told him his mother had died of cancer a year later.
His pants were black jeans with some smaller pouches strapped on, probably holding more medicine. He had told them he was good with explosive, ironic for his position, but he was actually quite deadly with them. He had placed a grenade launcher on the underside of his machine gun (Even if he never used it) and had three packs of C4 in his coat pocket. He was currently setting up an ambush zone with the C4, but was too antsy and unfocused to be efficient with his time. Desmond sighed, heading towards them from his look out point. While Jason was setting up natural traps that would be used to knock a few of the beast's arms out of commission, Luna was studying the landscape, working with Jason on where to place them. She most certainly was a tactical genius, and Desmond had learned early on never to play any type of game with her. Especially Chess.
He gave a pat to Jason's back, nodding to him as he tied the knots to whatever his device was. He gave a similar nod to Luna, the Interceptor returning it. While they didn't classify as that anymore, it was still easier to call them by their old titles. They hadn't managed to get Mitch's out of him for some reason. Jason had joked that he was an Outfitter and had blown himself up and that's why he became a medic. It had been funny, but they couldn't get the answer out of him. They were all equals, so it wasn't like Desmond could just order him. Sure, he led the team, but they were equal. He just took the team missions and went to the occasional leader's meetings.
He came behind Mitch, clearing his throat softly. The medic panicked where he was knelt down with his C4 and fell over, letting out a gasp as he did. Desmond had no words at that point, merely helping him up. Mitch had his head down in embarrassment, his hands shaking.
"What's wrong with you?" Mitch started to speak, but whenever he tried it died in his throat. Desmond slightly shook him.
"Stay focused. We need you and according to the patterns we got from the Harriers that were tracking it. it's going to be here soon. We need that C4 up and running." Mitch shakily nodded his head, kneeling back down and placing the C4 once more, though he was more calm, his eyes seeming to be focused on an invisible prize. Desmond smirked. That was the Mitch he had learned about. He went back to Luna and crossed his arms over his chest.
"How much longer?" She looked at her watch, then briefly to Jason.
"A few more minutes. Then we'll help Mitch with the C...4? He's on fire." They looked back to see him quickly arming the explosives, seeming to be in a trance.
"Whatever you said to him, do it more often." Desmond chuckled, looking around. A bright blue day with very few, tiny white clouds that were lazily flittering through the sky.
"Roger that." He looked back, seeing Jason stand and wipe his hands free of dirt.
"I'm done here."
"Same, Sir." Mitch was saluting behind him. Desmond pushed his hand down.
"You don't have to do that, man." Mitch's eyes looked around before he chuckled.
"Ya. Sorry. Now what?" Luna pointed to a small ridge only five to ten feet from their traps.
"We wait, and if the Intel if correct then the Simius will be passing through here in a few minutes to an hour." Desmond nodded to her and pointed to the ridge.
"You heard her, let's go." They trekked up the small ridge, getting behind the rocks that adorned the top. Jason was practically one of the rocks as he waited on the top, eyes looking everywhere. Mitch pulled out his comms device and started to read files on something. Luna was using hers to play out scenarios and strategies. Desmond waited with Jason, the two Hunters watching for any movement.
Desmond watched as Jason pulled out a small pocket watch, a face in the upper part as he flipped it open. It was a women, but she looked young and just like him. Desmond pointed to it, hoping he wasn't wading into dangerous territory.
"Who's she?" Jason showed the pocket watch, giving a smile.
"Sister. She was on one of the other ships. I hope that hers made it out of the battle, but as far as we know, ours was the only one from America that made it. But she was living in France, our original home." That explained why Jason had slightly foreign looking skin. He was from France. Desmond had been born in Boston, lived their his whole life, when he wasn't around the world touring with his cousin.
Then they had packed onto the ships and left Earth. Now they were all from the same place, a forgotten planet. Desmond smiled to him, hoping for the best.
"I'm sure some other ships made it out. We had launched dozens of the things. I doubt we were the only one to make it out. I have faith that one day we'll run into the others." Jason smiled, looking closely at the watch. He placed it back in his coat packet carefully.
"I make sure to keep that watch close. It was a gift from her when I left for America. I put her picture in it once we left Earth. I only had one picture of her so I made sure to put it in there. Mother died while we were young and father was never in the picture. You?" Desmond chuckled.
"Mother was super protective, like, wrapping us up in Styrofoam whenever we left the house protective. Didn't help that dad was a lazy, pissed drunk. Spent most of my time with my cousin. I even called him sir back then because of all the war games we played. Signed up together, served together until he got promoted to a higher rank. I didn't care. Personlally, I prefer the dirty work in the field to the desk work. Not my cup of coffee." Jason chuckled, moving so he was laying on his back, hands behind his head.
"I hear you, brother. But, we all need each other now." Desmond nodded grimly.
"Even the bums." He saw something red in the distance, patting Jason excitedly. The PathFinder rolled to his chest and looked forward. From the tree line a massive Simius walked out, a dead Ovis in one of it's four hands. They carefully got off the rock, warning the other two. Luna was already telling them what to do.
"Jason, move to those trees on the other side of the trail. Me and Mitch are staying here." Desmond was confused when she didn't tell him what to do.
"What about me?" She smiled, pointing to the middle of the road.
"You're the bait, Sir." Desmond looked to Jason, the Frenchman smiling.
"Dirty work, Sir." Desmond gave him the bird, starting to walk out into the open.
"Take a stick from your hair and shove it up your ass." Jason shook his head, disappearing into the brush to head to his spot. Desmond waited until Jason was ready, then moved to the open. He had a hand to his ear piece.
"Ok, Luna. I piss it off, run back, then what?"
"We make our stand. Jason's traps won't kill it, but they will immobilize it long enough for us to get some powerful hits in. If all else fails we use Mitch's C4. Understood?" Desmond sighed, hating his new job immensely at that moment.
"Copy that. Everyone ready?" He got three positive responses, meaning they were green light." Desmond pulled out his side arm, just needing to get it to charge him, not to hurt it. He aimed the sights on the head, pulling in a breath and letting half of it out, just like he was taught. He pulled the trigger, surprised when the bullet managed to strike the right eye of the Simius.
"No way." The beast roared in pain, then settled it's left eye on Desmond.
"Crap." It started to roar, pounding its chest and then charging him.
"Run!" He turned, kicking up dust as he sprinted towards the traps.
"I'm going!" He turned, seeing the Simius almost on top of him. He dove, avoiding one of the fists as it struck the ground, right where the trap was. Ropes shot out, tying the hands to the ground as well as the feet, causing the monster to fall to it's chest while its arms were by its side. The head was wide open. Desmond stood, drawing his great sword, then watched as Jason leapt from the tree line, stabbing the point of his riot-sword into the neck of the Simius.
It started to roar, ripping some of the ropes that held it down. Desmond got a good slash on the other side of the neck, then saw the ropes snap. Him and Jason jumped back to avoid the flailing hands from the freed Simius. They started to run again, heading to the next trap.
the Simius stood, and started to charge them again. They could see large amounts of blood dripping from the wounds on its neck. They went around the next trap, waiting for their prey to hit the trap. When it hit the trap this one was different. It was a hole, but as the Simius fell, the hole collapsed on itself and trapped the arms under rock and sand.
"Where did you learn how to do this!?" Jason only laughed, using his mini-gun to rip into the head of the Simius. They would have got in closer, but the final trap was much further away. Desmond fired until his gun signaled empty with a click. Then he pulled back the action, holding down the trigger as power built.
He released, the red beam screaming through the air and slicing into the head of the Simius. It was in true pain now, but still kept fighting. It dug out of the hole, running at them, not bothering with fancy roars and taunts. The duo ran to the final trap where they saw Luna aiming her sniper. She fired, the round ripping into the head of the Simius. It staggered slightly, its vision fading. Still, it lumbered forward.
They reached the final trap, the Simius coming still. They jumped back as the trap triggered. Large trees, had ropes spring up between them, catching the limbs of the Simius and tripping it and keeping it in place. They stopped, rushing back and drawing their melee weapons. Desmond jumped off the tree to his right, flying onto the back of the Simius and stabbing his sword deep into it.
Jason was busy stabbing into the exposed chest, giving it everything he had. Luna fired into the head repeatedly, then shouted for them to get out of the way.
"Move you two!" They did as she said, moving away from the Simius. She charged her shot as it began to free itself. Right when it had torn the final rope off, there was a high pitched screech that tore through the air. Her beam arced through the sky quickly, slamming into the Simius and causing an explosion to cover the area around it in dust. Jason and Desmond retreated to the others, Jason's weapon in Shield mode. Desmond had his sword waiting in his right hand.
The dust flew away, leaving a very pissed Simius. Jason groaned loudly.
"Oh come on!" It charged forward, Luna holding her hand up.
"Wait for my signal, Mitch!" He was shaking like a blade of grass in the wind.
"We need to blow it up!"
"Not yet!" Mitch was panicking now.
"We're gonna die!"
"Hold!" He disobeyed, pressing the detonator. The Simius was coated in the explosion, but not killed. Then something strange happened, the ground where it was going to be caved in on itself and sunk everything in that area.
"You idiot! We were going to bury it!" Mitch was on the verge of a panic attack by this point. Desmond saw it was retaliating. It picked up a huge boulder, lifting it over its shoulders.
"Guys! Move!" They all dove off the rock they were on, the rocks colliding and exploding into thousands of pieces. Desmond recovered quickly, making ready to defend his team. The Simius charged them, when bullets tore into its chest and head. Desmond saw Jason firing at it quickly. Then a sniper round cracked out, hitting the head. More bullets came from his right, where Mitch probably was. Desmond had a plan, but it was dumb.
"Keep it busy!" He saw a large rock behind the Simius, and he realized he could climb on from there. He circled around, the Simius was confused by the bullets hitting him from seemingly everywhere at once. Desmond reached the rock, slipping his sword into the sheathe and hitting a small button on the sheathe. There was a hiss and the sheathe attached to the sword, becoming an even bigger sword.
He lifted the massive sword off his back, jumping off the rock and into the air. He had to admit, having these cybernetic enhancements were very useful. He held the sword backwards, landing on the back and forcing the blade through the thick fur. He felt the blade hit something hard, and realized it was the spine. He pushed down hard, trying not to get thrown by the thrashing beast.
He felt the beast go limp when his sword slipped through easily. He pulled back, a loud crack coming out from the back of the beast, signaling a broken back. Desmond jumped off, moving towards the head as his team watched. He lifted the large sword above his head when he reached the head of the Simius. He dropped it, ending the suffering of the beast. He put the sheathe sword on his back, pressing the button to disconnect them again.
He glared over at Mitch, who had his head shamefully lowered, and rightfully so. He had almost cost his team their lives. on their first mission, no less. Desmond angrily strode up to him, grabbing his collar and lifting him up.
"What the hell were you thinking!? When a team member asks you to listen to them and keep everyone safe you listen, dammit!" He shook Mitch, the medic whimpering.
"I'm sorry! I don't have the experience you do! It's not my fault I'm a Mediator!" Desmond dropped him, the now labeled Mediator falling to his rear, his teeth clenched.
"You're a what?" Mitch looked up to him, sorrow in his eyes.
"I'm a Mediator, Sir. I've stepped outside the city only twice, and today was the second time. I've never been in actually combat until today." Desmond placed a hand over his chin, turning away. Why would Vandham put someone who has never seen combat on his team? Especially with what they were doing. Desmond faced him again, motioning him to stand.
"Get back to the city. You're going to get transferred back to your old unit. At this rate, you'll just get someone killed." Mitch complied, making the short trek back to the city. Desmond faced the other two, different faces on them. Luna was slight sadness, while Jason's was almost like betrayal. Desmond sighed, running a hand through his white hair.
"Come on. Let's head back. God only knows he can't defend himself. I just don't want to kill him by accident." To say Desmond was pissed would be an understatement. He was enraged. First mission, and they had pulled it out through pure luck, and luck alone. But he knew luck couldn't last forever, especially with his.
when they returned to the city the first thing he did was head to BLADE Tower with his team, Mitch already there. When they entered Mitch was already seated on a chair, still looking at the ground. Vandham was already there.
"I heard what happened. Sorry about this, but he wasn't my idea." Desmond's anger didn't vanish, it just moved somewhere else, though it hadn't settled. At least, not yet.
"Who put him in our Division?"
"That would be me." They turned, seeing none other than the Director General. Now Desmond's anger had a target. He walked up to the Director, very close to punching him in the face.
"Let me get this straight, Director. You knew exactly what we would be doing, and you went ahead and put someone with no experience who would crack under pressure on our team, where the odds of him getting someone killed were extremely high? I just want to make sure it was you." He nodded, then frowned.
"Yes, I thought it would be a good learning experience for him." Jason started to laugh hysterically, in fact, he was doubled over laughing.
"Is this Pencil Necked Idiot for real, Vandham!?" Vandham looked to the PathFinder, an annoyed look in his eyes. Not for Jason's actions, but rather for the Director General's.
"Unfortunately." Desmond glared daggers at the man they were supposed to listen to.
"Now then, Sir," He spat out the word with venom more poisonous than the kind the Telethia put in him.
"I request a change of squad members, before he gets someone killed."
"Denied." Desmond really had to keep his cool now.
"Why not?" The Director shook his head.
"For all we know, it could simply be your bad judgement that caused things to go so badly. Which is why you're lucky I don't take you out and-" He never finished, because Desmond followed up on what he wanted to do the moment the man spoke. The Director General was now on the floor, rubbing his jaw in pain.
"You think you have any room to tell me and the team members who were doing their jobs correctly that it's because of us things went so badly!? Are you shitting me!?" Vandham pulled back the angry cyborg, trying to make sure he wouldn't kill the Director General, as pleasing as that sounded.
"Well then soldier, that sounds like you want a nice punishment for those actions!" Before things could escalate more, Mitch got in between them, his voice no linger timid and worried.
"Listen up! If you're going to act like little children, the go back to the first grade! We have to work together to survive! And if that means placing me on a different team to keep others safe than so do it! So, Director General, I ask that you stop being a self absorbed asshat!" Jason snickered, Vandham soon joining him. Mitch then looked to Desmond, a glare that was new for him to see in he reserved medic.
"As for you! Cut me some slack! I'm 100 percent certain that on your first mission, against normal people and not giant angry monsters, you didn't do so good! I'm not asking to be pardoned for my actions, but I ask that you calm down! Whatever happens to me, I want to be in a place where I will serve NLA and the last of Humanity in the best way possible! Am I clear!?" Everyone, even Vandham and the Director General replied with, "Yes, Sir!"
"Good!" Everyone looked between each other before Jason and Luna pulled Desmond aside, whispering to him. Vandham was next to Mitch, chuckling and smiling at him.
"Well, done." Mitch shyly smiled, scratching his head.
"Well, when you have to deal with people fighting over nothing, you get pretty good at breaking them up." Desmond and the others came back, facing them. Desmond cleared his throat.
"I'd like to apologize to you, Mitch. You were trying your best in a situation you were new to. But with how you are in your state, you'd only get someone killed." Mitch looked down, disappointed, but he understood.
"Which is why we would like to take on to teaching you how to become a better BLADE, so when we go and hunt large Tyrants again, you'll be ready. Sound good?" Mitch smiled to them, then shook his head excitedly.
"Yes, Sir! I won't let you down, Sir!" Vandham turned to Desmond, giving his cousin a secretive thumbs up. Desmond returned one, smiling slightly. The Director General cleared his throat.
"Under normal circumstances, I would have thrown you in the brig. But you are a special lot, with a special mission. One that nobody else can take up. So, I will not punish you for your actions this time. However, next time I will not be so lenient. Am I understood, Lieutenant?" Desmond smirked at his old rank in the army.
"Yes, Sir." The Director General rubbed his chin, smirking.
"Might I say, you have a strong right hook." Desmond pointed to his cousin.
"Learned from the biggest scrapper in Boston." Vandham shook his head.
"I wasn't the best, but you can damn bet your ass I could knock the hell out of most everyone I met!" Desmond chuckled, then shook his head in confusion.
"How come you reached a higher rank than me?" Vandham crossed his arms, a cocky smirk showing on his face.
"Because I didn't go punching my superiors." Desmond immediately got a large frown.
"That is a load of horse shit and you know it! I've punched three, you've punched like twenty!" Vandham waved his arms in annoyance.
"Bah! Get outta here before I make you run all the way to the end of Oblivia and back!" Desmond chuckled, leaving with his team, Mitch included. The Director General turned to Vandham, a large smirk working onto his face.
"Twenty Superiors and you made it to Commander?" Vandham coughed into his fist quietly.
"Heh, grunts these days."
"Last I checked, your cousin is no grunt. He can most certainly handle himself." Vandham chuckled, looking to where his cousin had departed to.
"Ya, I know. He's been through a lot."
"We all have, Commander. We all have."
"I just hope it gets a little easier, each day that goes by." They heard foot steps, seeing Nagi walk in, a smile on his face too.
"I just heard an interesting tale from Kristy about how you have punched twenty of your superiors, Vandham. why am I not surprised?" The Commander shook his head, letting out a loud groan.
"That's going to come back to bite me in the ass so hard."
Hope you all enjoyed this. This story will be about Desmond, don't get me wrong, but his team is just as important. So don't worry about not learning about them too. You will get to know them all pretty well. I was actually playing Chronicles X and brainstorming for this at the same time. Right when I was thinking about where I wanted to final showdown with Telethia to be, I actually found its roost.
So, I know exactly where they're fighting the big behemoth. If you want to see what it looks like then go to Noctilum and head as far north as you can until you reach the waterfall with the red roots by it. (You need a Skell with the flight pack to get there, I think. I didn't see any ways to do it on foot.) Then go up the falls and you will have reached the Divine Roost. There is a level 60 something Leviathan Tyrant roaming around the roots, flying like Leviathans do.
Look up, and keep your eyes peeled to the sky, and don't go too high. Every now and then, a black silhouette will scream across the sky, yellow spines along its body and trailing behind it. That, is the Telethia. If you watch fights on YouTube (I'm nowhere near level 99 yet.) After fighting it a bit, it actually lands down in the infected looking water and you fight it there. It's amazingly cool looking.
I already have some cool plans for the fight against the big bastard. But, you'll have to be patient. Good things come to those who wait. I promise, they do. Anywho, keep calm and may the Aura be with you! Another shoutout to The Rose Duelist! Stay thirsty my friends. If you don't get that reference then you are dead to me. Peace!